Shattered

Love doesn’t come easy. Joy is found in those small corners. They are found when they are least expected. There’s temporary excess and lustful spontaneity. There’s duty and compromise. Fear and apprehension.

When you’re so ground into your groove, the world becomes bland and realistic. Routine and regulation found on stop signs and office cubicles. Expectation and deadlines leave no room for error.

It feels safe and secure, predictable and pensive. Rain or shine, pain or pressure, you walk in these shoes because they’ve become so worn to you.

Secretly you hide a passion, so shielded that they can’t ruin it. It is your piece of sunshine, your piece of sanity in an insane world. You don’t dare to share it, you don’t let it radiate it in fear that they were in fact ashes.

They told you when you were young, they told you when you were old how to precariously walk the line that that was drawn out for you. As so many razors and pitfalls were ready to take you apart.

Through jeers and vanity, they would pretend not to see it. They would deceive themselves about what you had. But, there was no avoiding the light that hide in your pocket. Knowing that it was meant to radiate, it would lightly tug on your strewn heart strings.

How the years dragged on, put on a path that was never yours but felt settled. Somehow an unknown tune sang in your ears about what may lie just beyond the horizon.

You’ve learned to cope with the unfulfillment and unfamiliarity with yourself. So distant from the faint lingering memory of hope that you once held on to so tightly.

Finally, the floor yields to gravity and you fall into the unknown abyss. You couldn’t plan it, you couldn’t see it, you couldn’t feel the shifting sands.

Suddenly taken out of everything you’ve ever known; you begin to grieve. Loss to the safety and loss to the tenuous misery that you grit your teeth to.

Face flat down, and those illusions that were built around you have taken flight to leave you in the darkness. Only one small remnant belongs in the wreckage. It’s a tune that you know, only too well.

Step by step, you piece yourself together with foundations that are far more familiar. Here, love finds it’s way into a mending heart. A heart that just learned how to beat again.

With each heart beat and step forward, each heart beat thumps much more like thunder. Love sees the makings of so much more than what mere mortals could grasp.

As a gentle breeze, whispered in the hushed tones of lovers, slowly ignites a blaze that’s been hidden for far too long.

Some how breathing becomes easier as you are pulled down to the drowning depts. Bubbles trickle to the surface. The light in your pocket explodes like cosmic inflation to expose your secret shine.

Embraced in the equanimity of love, the skies finally feel clear to soar beyond the stratosphere.

Forget the fragility of familiarity, and build based on solid ground. Let your passion seep through and crash against parched salty shores. And when they break, love will be there to catch the fall.